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Name: meggie
Country: Colombia
Metro: Bogota
Birthday: 1/23/1986
Interests: Jesus Christ. coffee shops. unsigned bands. latin america. the night sky. walking barefoot. thrift stores. german shepherds. books. people. love. sleep. flats. pilates. vegetarian meals.
Expertise: making quesadillas. taking naps. singing opera. playing air drums. looking up lyrics. saying "german" in spanish.
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
Member Since:
9/27/2005
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| so it's Christmas Eve (well it will be Christmas in about 30 more
minutes) and I find myself at the computer making a xanga entry...part
of me finds that a bit pitiful. but i have done my
Christmas partying for the day and i am not ready to go to sleep. santa
will just have to wait. so my friend Martha tagged me for some
question thing and so i guess i should fill it out. and of course
i must tag 5 more people but i am not sure if i even know 5 more people
to tag on xanga.
*ground
rules: the first player of this starts with a topic of "5 weird habits
of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a xanga entry
about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In
the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and list
their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "you've been
tagged" in their xanga and tell them to read yours
1. crunching/eating ice.
2. listening to music too loud on my headphones (especially in the study lounge).
3. playing with food at the table.
4. playing with fire (i.e. candles, matches, etc.).
5. saying "i'm sorry" too much.
the tagged: sarah. becca. julie. lindsay. amanda.
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| last night i met two of my brother's friends from LA, charlie and
leslie. charlie was the stereotypical looking CA guy...long blond
hair, lanky and he is a surfer. he has this awesome tattoo of CA
on his arm...now i totally want to get a tattoo of South America on my
back. he also has a tattoo of some country's flag but i cannot
recall what country. its on the inside of his arm right before
you get to the elbow and its colored. his wife and i talked
forever...she is real dramatic and funny. she invited me to come
to CA over spring break. needlees to say, i started looking for
plane tickets this morning. charlie is going to Colombia next
month to help set up connection with FARC, a guerilla group in
Colombia. i am totally blown away by this. Colombia is
where i want to go more than anything. for some reason, i am so
intrigued by the guerilla war down there. but it is really
dangerous so i do not think my parents would let me go anytime
soon. we went to maggiano's (sp?) to eat and i snuck a glass of
red wine. the fried calamari there comes highly recommended from
me! its so neat for me to be able to hang out with my older
brother and his friends. i have finally reached that maturity
level. since we are 9 years apart in age i have always been too
young, but finally i am old enough! he and his girlfriend are so
kind to me. they come and take me out to dinner and order me
wine. one day soon they're going to get married, but like a
smith, joshie is very slow at proposing.
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| i think i am getting sick....i keep sneezing, my nose slightly runs
(yuck!), and my throat hurts. well, we will see. so pretty much
everyone is going home today but i am stuck here till wednesday.
luckily, lauren is stuck here too so we'll leave together
tomorrow. what would i do without her? i think she and i
are going to start our own acapella (sp?) group called the "polish
immigrants." we have such high hopes for our future. i am
currently reading wuthering heights which is absolutely amazing. i love dark literature. i highly suggest reading it and dracula too. oh how i love to read!
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| Minutes call for longer, finger prints show loss of blood, but being perfect was always hard wasn't it.
The motivation is hard to find the screams were heard but never cried,
so tell me how do you go through, tell me what brings you to this place.
They will not be afraid, only two know how sad this gets the stage is set for them both,
and on the bathroom floor, glass ready, there's no turning back now.
Cause I bet you wished.
("her and hailey" lydia)
and i find myself sad like these
words and i can find myself joyful beyond any utterance of the
lips. funny how the heart can be gripped by inconceivable grief
or by unbearable happiness...how can the heart hold both and never
break from the weight?
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| it's stupid how girls can feel their heart is breaking over absolutely
nothing. sometimes i wish i could shut off whatever produces
these insane feelings and ideas. when i like someone, there are
times when i hit a point of insanity...imagining things that are not
there. this is so petty and in a few weeks will most likely mean
nothing to me. but right now something hurts...
and i think maybe because God is simply working on me.
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